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The Line is Blurred
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The Line is Blurred |
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Refugee Member
since 2006-08-04
Posts 97 |
In the veneer of another squalid day It comes suddenly much to my dismay The feeble attempts at self preservation Have lost all sense of reservation Windowless rooms inside the mind Locked from within and no keys this time The same dream over and over plays out Its images from eyes to mouth to shout The same thing that used to offer hope Is now a loathsome knotted rope A blow dealt from an unseen hand A glass of time dripping sand It still seems somehow so unreal How upon a place you can so much feel And how fast everything can be gone No matter the memories that linger on Something that I would faithfully defend Of the ideal now lost that I used to depend It’s over, it’s all over as the line begins to blur In this is the one thing left in which I am sure |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You remind me of a very dear poet, who writes remarkably like you do. Enjoying your displays of thought, Poet. |
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Refugee Member
since 2006-08-04
Posts 97 |
Thank you. I hope I can live up to their name, whoever they are. I know I am lacking in the technical abilities that you and others have on here. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
the flow is outstanding and many good lines |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Ref, a pleasure to read this |
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